I go buy a tripod (short pause here while I take a brief, unplanned detour with a monopod. I will wait patiently while some explains to me the purpose of a one-legged camera stand.) I pile up a bunch of books, stick a pen behind my ear, and shazam, I’m ready. Set the timer, snap away. Change backgrounds, snap away. Move around the house, snap some more.
Three battery charges later I am so frustrated I could scream…wait…I did. Why is this so complicated?! It’s a self portrait, for Pete’s sake! I’m not looking to win a Pulitzer for it, just get a decent picture by midnight so my first assignment won’t be late. The problem I’m having is that none of the pictures I take are of me. They’re of some old woman I’ve never met. She has crow’s feet. Her forehead looks like the back yard of a train station. And what’s up with that neck? Ok, who invited her! WHY IS THIS OLD WOMAN HORNING HER WAY INTO ALL MY SHOTS???
Lesson one: You can lie to yourself all you want, but your camera will always be honest with you. Brutally, barefacedly honest.
Yeah, stop your whining. I'm going to start carrying around a photocopy of my driver's license on my forehead because, yet again, I was given a senior discount without even being asked if I was old enough for it. People are so cruel!
ReplyDeleteDebbie
aw I like to read what you right I totally felt like I was in your head lol and I felt your frustration for sure and you are very beautiful with or without crows feet! =D
ReplyDeleteLisa
Hey--OLD is good. We improve with age...etc...etc... It's TRUE!
ReplyDeletePut on a hat, hold a golf club in front of your face, and no one will know how old you are.